A Christmas Treasure [The Men of Treasure Cove 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

  Whack.

  “You are!”

  “So, what do you want me to do about it?” Whack!

  “Ah!” Her head jerked around again. “Fuck me, Steven. I need you to fuck me.”

  “Anything you say, Red.”

  Steven slid out from under her, letting her collapse on the carpet. His cock thrummed as her body flicked it in passing. Hazel’s waist and hips wriggled in time to her moans. A couple of savage yanks pulled each leg of her jeans down and off. Steven pulled the naked woman to her hands and knees and slid into position. His cock throbbed, ready and eager. He pointed the big purple head at her dripping cunt and slammed on in.

  “Mine!” he growled.

  “Yes!” Hazel grunted, and hammered her delicate fists on the carpet. “Oh, yes.”

  Steven took hold of her tiny waist and pounded for all he was worth. His hips slammed against that red ass and bounced back. Hazel’s lubrication matched her desire, and he felt his cock heat up with the silky slide of her friction. Her cunt soon started juicing under his assault. His back began to feel the strain, but he kept the jackhammer attack going, gritting his teeth. As long as he kept his brain and its opinions locked in the back in the trunk, his body didn’t mind fucking Hazel at all.

  “Oh it hurts so damn good.”

  “What does, Hazel?” Steven gasped. “Tell me.”

  “You fucking me.” She rose up on her hands and back down.

  Her luscious boobs flounced back and forth from under her trim torso with each stroke. Steven slowed enough to bend and give the right one a good grope. He loved her breasts. Full, soft, and squishy, like squeezing a bag of cotton.

  Hazel moaned. “Pinch my nipple.”

  Steven rolled the fat nipple tip between thumb and forefinger. Hazel sobbed and pushed her breast into his hand. “God, they are so sensitive. Pinch the other one, baby. Do it now.”

  “The other one what, Hazel?”

  “Pinch my other nipple, damn it!”

  “My turn.”

  Steven stuttered. Halting his thrust, he looked over his shoulder to find his brother standing there, stark naked, stoking his cock. Neil’s face twisted in an evil half smile. Moving forward, he eyed the scene before him.

  Steven smiled up at him, thrusting again. “Come join the fun, little brother. Our wife is eager to please.”

  “Don’t mind if I do,” Neil said, moving in front of their wife. Kneeling before her, he ran his cock over her full lips, coating them in his pre-cum. “Suck me.”

  “Yes!” Hazel said, sticking out her tongue to taste him.

  “Suck it good, baby,” Neil said as he slid his cock into her mouth in one smooth, slow stroke. “I should be mad, I guess, but our little wife has kept us on a starvation diet for too long.”

  “Give me that cock!” Hazel wailed as Neil pulled out. Steven’s juice-coated cock felt cool in the room air. He lumbered off his red knees and slapped his brother’s shoulder. “Fuck her good, brother. Make sure she never forgets.”

  With a grin, Neil leapt into place behind Hazel. He ran his palms down her sweaty back, then took his shaft in hand and rammed it until his pelvis touched her bare pussy.

  Steven flexed his legs a time or two to get circulation back. Then he went back on his knees and waved his fat, slimy cock in Hazel’s face. Neil raised an eyebrow in concern and cocked his head. Steven shook his head at his brother’s fear. Why he figured she wouldn’t bite it off, he didn’t know. He thought for all her big talk, Hazel was discovering a whole world of submission. Tickling her nose with the head, he pressed it to her lips. “Like sucking cock, Hazel?”

  Grunting under Neil’s pounding, she managed to blurt in a fevered voice, “Yes, I want to suck your cock.”

  Her mouth engulfed him and her tongue went wild around his shaft. Steven ran his fingers through her thick red mane and began softly jerking his hips. “Fuck, baby, I missed your mouth.”

  “I’ve missed this pussy. It’s been three days, baby. You can’t starve us like this anymore. We need our sustenance.” Neil’s guttural voice lost its punch with the bliss of a hot fuck. His eyes snapped open and twinkled brightly. He looked at Steven, then at Hazel and then at her ass. “You know what else I’ve missed?”

  He spat a big gob of saliva into the fingers of his left hand. He then rubbed the slippery moisture all around Hazel’s rosebud. Her wonderful suction action abruptly stopped. Steven stroked her hair and face, continuing to pump. “Go for it, brother.”

  Neil pulled out. He carefully positioned his juiced cock at the entrance to Hazel’s asshole and pushed.

  “Push it harder. Don’t stop,” Steven grunted, sliding his cock deeper down her throat.

  Neil did a deep-chest grunt and pushed, sweat beading over his face. His brother’s cock edged the half a centimeter it needed to slide smoothly down Hazel’s ass. Steven quickly removed his cock as Hazel shrilled a hot moan and bucked.

  “Fuck yeah!” Neil growled. “Damn, baby, I am home.”

  “Pull her up, Neil. I want that pussy,” Steven ordered, helping his brother. Within seconds, Neil had their wife in his arms, her legs held by his brother’s strong arms, her head tilted back, leaning on his shoulder. Scooting closer, Steven slid between her spread legs and positioned his cock. With one hard thrust, he slid home into his wife’s tight pussy.

  “Let’s ride!” Steven shouted. Hazel’s arms came around his neck as he pumped his shaft into her. The slow pull-thrust between him and his brother had their woman moaning. Before long, Steven felt Hazel’s pussy convulse, and he lost it.

  “Oh fuck!” Neil groaned, firing his load deep into her ass, clutching her hips like he was going to fall off a building. He shuddered in a full-body muscle spasm. The sight of his brother in pure ecstasy sent him over the edge. His hips jerked as he unloaded deep into his wife’s womb.

  Panting hard, he slipped from Hazel’s cunt and collapsed on the carpet on his back. Steven’s breath came in ragged gulps. Neil fell back on to his ass, the stupidest grin on his flushed face. Hazel slumped to the carpet next to him like a sack of wet oatmeal and didn’t move. Rolling over to her, Steven wrapped an arm around her.

  He cooed softly in her ear, “Baby, are you all right?”

  She purred.

  Chuckling, Steven rolled and laid on his back, his softening cock drooling on his thigh. Neil swept his hands over his face, slicking sweat away, and smiled at him. He took hold of Hazel’s left leg and gave it a loose shake. “Wakey, wakey, baby.”

  “Hmm?” Hazel rotated on to her back. Her beautiful just-fucked look had Steven hardening again. Cum dribbled down her legs as Neil bent to pick her up. He placed her on the couch, sitting her on his lap. She snuggled closer to him.

  “You two wrecked me.”

  “Good. We love you wrecked,” Neil said.

  “We’re still going to the party,” she said clearly.

  Neil groaned, and Steven cursed. “That’s it, bedroom!”

  Chapter Six

  Monday, December 23rd, two days until Christmas

  Braxton stood, shielding the town doctor from harm. It was nothing new for him. It was his job, and he enjoyed protecting the town citizens. However, he never thought he would be standing between one of his brother-in-laws and his wife. Then again, if he really thought it all through, he should have expected it. His wife was highly volatile, and the closer she was to delivering, the more aggravating she became.

  What was supposed to be a routine checkup turned out to be a knock-down, drag-out free-for-all. Hell, if he weren’t actually in the room, he would have sworn he was ringside at a WWF wrestling match. Only this time, Stone Cold Steve Austin got his ass kicked by a Powerpuff Girl!

  “Now, Charlotte, calm down,” Andy gently said from behind him. Braxton tried to keep his expression schooled, but this whole mess was just unbelievable.

  “I want it out, now!” she screamed from behind Jordan, who was furiously trying to keep a hold of their wife.

 
; “It’s not time. Soon, I promise it won’t be much longer,” Andy replied.

  “You said that last week!”

  “But I mean it this time. You’re already two centimeters dilated!”

  “That’s wide enough! Take it now,” she snarled.

  “Charlotte, calm down!” Braxton roared, but it did no good. The hell kitten of Treasure Cove was on a rampage, and nothing short of delivering their child was going to stop her.

  “Charlie.” A soft voice penetrated the room. Like a whisper on the wind, everyone in the room had to strain to hear the gentle but commanding voice. Charlotte turned to the laptop sitting on the counter in the room and started crying. “Janie, help me. I can’t do this anymore.”

  “Yes you can. You are the strongest woman I know. Now, apologize to Andy. He was just doing his job,” Janie insisted kindly through the screen on the laptop.

  “But he said I have to wait!” Charlotte shouted again, pointing at the man behind her.

  “And you will wait, and you will do it quietly. Apologize, now.”

  “Fine,” Charlotte grumbled, and turned to him and Andy. Braxton felt Andy stiffen behind him as if the angel of Death was about to hand down his ultimate decree. And for a few seconds, Braxton felt the same way. What was the hell kitten going to do now? “I’m sorry I tried to shove the stethoscope up your ass, and for kicking you in the balls. I hope they don’t swell and you piss blood.”

  “Charlotte?” Janie threatened retribution with her voice.

  “All right!” she huffed. “And I am sorry for calling you a backwoods doctor with sadistic tendencies. I’ll buy you a new coat. I wasn’t really going to tie you up with it and shove that speculum up your dick. I knew it wouldn’t fit.”

  “That’s better. Now, go sit in the waiting room and behave. I will talk to you tonight. I love you,” Janie said, smiling sweetly.

  “Love you, too.” She sniffed and quietly left the room.

  Braxton moved Andy out of the way as Charlotte sulked all the way to the waiting room. After the door shut, Andy fell into his chair, and sighed. “I’ve changed my mind. Bring the ropes. If you need more, I’ll ask Gabriel to empty out his supply closet.”

  A little while later, the door chimed as Braxton and Jordan escorted Charlotte into Macie’s Diner. Jordan quickly found a booth, and after helping Charlotte to sit, he went in search of his sister. He needed a break, and his sister was going to give it to him, even if he had to bribe her to do it. “Macie!”

  * * * *

  Macie Lynn Jenkins had just sat down to enjoy a few minutes of peace and quiet when she heard her brother screaming her name. Sighing, she chose to ignore the overgrown sheriff for a few more seconds and enjoy the hot cup of coffee Tomas had made for her. She had just taken her first sip when her office door slammed open. Not bothering to look up, she knew who it was, and by the feel of the room, her brother was in a dither.

  “Macie, I’ve been calling for you,” Braxton ranted.

  “More like yelling, baby brother. What did she do this time? Confiscate your gun and turn it into a mobile for the parasite?” Macie asked, remembering the last time Braxton was in a mood. Little bitty Charlotte had taken all of his handcuffs and super glued them into a beautiful wind chime for the baby’s room. Of course, Charlotte was proud of her artistic ability, but Braxton wasn’t. He was still trying to get the town to order new cuffs, and in the meantime, he was forced to use plastic ties, which Charlotte took and made a sparkly garland for the tree with. Yep, her baby brother’s life was full of fun and uncertainty.

  “She tried to kill your husband!”

  “No worries, I have a spare,” Macie replied dryly. “Besides, Charlotte is all of one hundred pounds soaking wet. What could she have done?”

  “She tried to shove Andy’s stethoscope up his ass! I’m serious, Macie, I need a break. Can you take her for the afternoon? Poor Jordan is going to need therapy if he doesn’t get a reprieve. She only listens to Janie, and she’s bedridden. Jordan and I are afraid to sleep at night. We don’t know what’s going on in that devious mind of hers.”

  “Guess you should have thought about that before you impregnated her with that parasite then.” Macie laughed.

  “That’s what I’ve been saying!” the culprit said, shoving her six-foot-two husband out of the way. “This is their entire fault.”

  “Good afternoon, Charlotte. I hear you almost cost me a husband?” Macie said, addressing the hell kitten.

  “You have another one,” Charlotte replied, sitting down in the chair across from her.

  Macie just laughed. “You’re right, sweetie. Absolutely right.”

  “Macie?” Braxton said, begging.

  “Oh fine, one hour! I do have a business to run, bro.”

  Braxton moved around the desk and kissed her cheek. “You’re the best sister ever.”

  “I’m your only sister.”

  “That’s why you’re the best!” Braxton said, hurrying from her office a free man, if only for a short while.

  After Braxton left, Macie sat in her office looking over the stack of bills when Charlotte asked, “Macie, is the upstairs bed still available?”

  “Yes.” Macie looked up from her work. “Are you feeling okay?”

  “Yeah, just tired, the parasite is using my insides for experimental anatomy class. It really enjoyed the beginner’s autopsy video I found on eBay. I think it’s deciding which organ to claw into first.”

  “You ordered an autopsy video?”

  “Sure did. Did you know that while the parasite is in-utero, it can hear everything? I have been subjecting it to my own experiments. So far, it has listened to twelve different languages, has been informed of all the latest martial arts, and if my calculations are correct, it should be well versed in hand-to-hand combat and a master Blackhawk pilot. I’m not sure it paid attention to the zombie apocalypse survival video, though. The poor thing is going to be toast if that day ever happens,” Charlotte calmly said as if she were having a normal conversation.

  While Macie loved and adored Charlotte, she sometimes worried about her sanity. It wasn’t every day a mom-to-be had her fetus trained in combat tactics and proficient in several languages. But hey, this was Charlotte, so everything out of the ordinary was completely normal where she was concerned. “Sure, Charlie. Come on. I’ll help you up the stairs.”

  * * * *

  Macie had just settled back into her chair when her office door swung open again. “Fuck a duck! What now?” she shouted, eyeing the two men before her.

  “Watch that mouth, Macie May. I haven’t spanked you in days.” Andrew grinned, walking in.

  “Oh, please curse, baby. I’ll give you the car if you do,” Matthew offered, closing the door behind him.

  “Not now. I’m busy. The both of you go pester someone else.”

  “But it’s lunch. We’re hungry,” Mattie whined, pulling off his coat.

  “Besides, I need the comfort of a woman who appreciates me. Charlotte had another appointment today,” Andrew informed them. Macie snickered, and Matthew cringed.

  “I’m surprised you’re still standing, brother. That settles it. Macie, Andrew needs some attention,” Matthew proclaimed.

  “I’m busy giving Charlotte my attention.”

  “Where?” Andrew flinched, wildly looking around.

  “Calm down, Mr. I-let-a-little-girl-kick-my-ass. She’s upstairs resting. Braxton brought her over and begged me to watch her for an hour. So, whatever you two have cooked up, forget about it. I’m busy taming the hell kitten.”

  Ignoring her husbands, Macie went back to work, going over the latest inventory. She knew she should make a dent in the pile of bills before her, but her mind was on what was needed for Janie. This whole surprise was going to be a huge undertaking, and it took a lot of coordination to get everything done. Since no one could corral such a large group better than her, voted as the general in charge of Janie’s Christmas surprise, it was up to Macie to make su
re everything ran smoothly and to keep Charlotte from finding out. With her due any day, nobody wanted to get her hopes up if she suddenly went into labor before the grand event. Therefore, everything was on the down low.

  “Fine, you win this round, Macie. But tonight, when the hell demon is home and in her cage where she belongs, you’re mine,” Andrew firmly said in that gruff voice of his. Macie instantly looked up and knew her husband was serious. Their sons were finally sleeping through the night, and for some reason Macie had been avoiding going back into Andrew’s special room. Oh, she slept with her men every chance she got, but Andrew wanted, needed more. The last time she was bound and whipped was over two months ago, and since then, she noticed that Andrew had slowly started to get irritable. Whatever fear she had about that room, she needed to get over it and quick. She liked the pain, craved it most nights, but there was just something about that room that scared the living shit out of her. She needed to talk to Andy about it. Maybe they could figure out what it was that was freaking her out about the room.

  “All right, I’m closing early today. Tomas is staying late to finish the prep work for Janie. I should be home by six tonight. We can discuss it then.”

  “No, we will talk afterward,” Andrew said, kissing her cheek. “I need you, Macie.”

  Nodding, she conceded defeat and kept quiet.

  After dropping Charlotte off with her husbands, Macie made the twenty-minute drive home in complete silence. She loved the quiet. Since giving birth to twin boys, her life had taken a complete turnaround. No longer living for just her, she had two husbands and two babies that now demanded her attention, and she loved every minute of it. She just wished she could have five minutes of alone time all to herself. That was why she cherished the quiet rides home from her diner.

  Even with the snow gently falling, she took her time. Not because she was too tired, but because very soon, she would walk into her home and hear the sounds of crying babies and husbands yelling at each other. It seemed that the men in her life couldn’t function without her, and though she thought it was sweet at times, lately it had become downright annoying.